My Mother Killed Me For Her Stepdaughter novel Chapter 92

Erica's eyes dimmed as she fell to her knees, pleading with Bobby to come home and talk.

But Bobby kicked her in the chest, sending her to the ground.

After arguing with onlookers, Bobby finally pulled Erica up and took her home.

Once home, Erica endured another round of beatings. Silent tears streamed down her face.

By nightfall, Erica lay motionless on the floor.

I logged into the account I pretended to be Kingsley and sent Erica a message. "Erica, leave your husband and come live with me. He will beat you to death. Look at the flowers on my balcony. I care for them every day to brighten your mood. A woman is like a flower, only with love and patience can she truly bloom. Let's leave this neighborhood and start fresh elsewhere. My heart aches for your suffering."

Seeing the texts, Erica snapped out of her daze. She hugged her knees and cried bitterly while staring out the window.

At that moment, I emerged from my room with iodine to treat Erica's wounds.

Still resentful of my earlier words and my summoning of Bobby to school, Erica dodged my hand and sneered, "You're just enjoying this, right? If you hadn't told your dad about me, I wouldn't have been in this situation."

I forced tears as I replied, "Mom, you once said my dad didn't hit you and that it was just a game of love between you two. You insisted you loved him and wouldn't let me take you away. But seeing you like this today scared me. Will he really beat you to death?"

"What? You need to go to the bank tomorrow and get it back!" Erica exclaimed.

I nodded absentmindedly, my phone vibrating in my pocket with a message from Erica to "Kingsley."

Erica had rushed back to the bedroom, her face brightened as she typed. "I'm going to propose a divorce tonight. After that, let's leave this place and start fresh somewhere new. What do you think?"

I scoffed at my mother's texts. One moment, Erica justified Bobby's violence as love. The next, Erica was planning to run away with another man. It was clear she was only focused on her own interests, having tolerated Bobby when she had no one else.

I realized my mother had cared little for me in the past. Instead of blaming Bobby, Erica had always shifted the blame onto me for enduring the abuse.